John G Thurloe

Any Port in a Storm

Any Port in a Storm by John G Thurloe
Copyright 2017 Rep of Ireland

Sea and Clouds are in cahoots, sometimes.
Wind and Clouds conspire ignoring the waves, many times.

Waves are waiting for the waxing moon, impatiently, to pummel harder.
The World of Intelligence Communities, as Secret Services prefer to be seen,
adopted this paradigm from the beginning.

Alliances were formed and dissolve just to be rekindled
with ex-foes and discarded friends.

Opportune or opprobrium it serves politicians perfectly.
Directives and countermands in succession voids are created.

Filled by sub–alliances of same vein different name.
Nobody needs to know, nobody cares to know – nobody wants to know.

Entities with daring diligence, own agenda and undefined resources
are entering. Their mandate is to keep the fire burning.
Absorbing lack of logic and guidance thus facilitated by impetus.

Absorbing lack of logic and guidance thus facilitated by impetus.
Finding fault with everything not divulging the remedy.

To wit, the remedy formula is simmered daily anew in a huge caldron called secrecy.
Dispensed in spoons so no one could assay the essence.

Department chiefs and segment commanders aligning flow of directives respectively their interpretations.
Tough times for field operatives and spooks.

Quid pro quo could lead to great interactions or to bricolage.
In-house lingo for croppers.Gaffes are part of their lives, operational hazards.

Gaffes are part of their lives, operational hazards.
There are gaucheries and there are blunders.

First one could cause a slap on the wrist.
Relegated to some tedious desk in a boring section.

Blunders weighing heavier.

Over 200 Marines were blown up in a single incidence.
Liaison between two agencies didn’t work.

Section chief ignored faulty communication.
Relied too much on co-operation with higher echelons in lieu of local spooks.

Calling upon allies turns out to be dealing with quick sand.
Keep them close, be on their toes invariably they are curious.
An illusion that backfired.

Hitherto five agents of an extremely close US cohort doing long stints in US penitentiaries for espionage.

Who needs enemies with friends like that?
A little cog, a pawn, is in trouble


Ringing phone bothers him.
‘After 10 PM, could only be mother…no one else knows this number.’
Ex – directory and residence not registered.
As it fits a real bachelor pad.
His latest conquest is still taking a shower. Actually, they took it together and he ‘s extremely relaxed.
‘Got more than I bargained for’ , grinning doesn’t make him look nice.
‘What is it this time, the washing machine again?’
“ Yes mother, I call you back tomorrow morning” and hangs up.
Phone starts pestering again, third ringing and he answers.
“ Mother I told ya tomorro…”
“ Don’t mother –me and don’t ya hang up on me ever again”,
interrupted a calm voice.
“ I thought ….”
“ Where is our man.. Why ya skip’d him? “
“ He was late and I ” ..
“ Balderdash! Find him y’ bompat …..sleeper didn’t see him.
Find him now…ya ken all holes …he pulled a chirper “.
“ Call me in three hours, got it? “ and hung up.
‘ How did he get the number..Jennifer , the office ..nobody has it..
Jen would love to get it.’
Erin has his own way to do things . Northern Rock is
Feedback at one in the morning is totally normal….for them.
‘Pubs were closing soon .Clubs just opening.Bye-bye- shower

Said three hours …any news? Speak up pillock. “
‘ More grumpy than ever, I’m 10 minutes late ’

“ Did ya hear, talk! Did ya find him ? “
‘ Have to calm him, need an idea ‘
“ Yes and no, that means …”
“ Don’t give me crap boy”
“ Found him in a club…eh he just left and …with a bird…guess I
know her ….will pick him up there first thing in the morning”
“ No , you do it right now …have to talk to him…off ya go and
report back you hear.” Line goes dead.

Fib gains him nothing. His hope for a reprieve went sour .
Half hour later effing and blinding, Haggerty breaks the
News that the man disappeared .Fact is he hopes he has
disintegrated completely
“ She said he left her after rumpy-pompy and he was
Word fragments , expletives, the entire gamut ; followed by
sickening silence.
For a moment it seems Erin has vanished into space too.
“ Last bender he stuck on the Isle of Man” he sounds collected
“ No waves, no fuss , I’ll let you know.Bye .”
An almost cordial departure at nearly two o’clock.
Gratifyied by a drink he mulls over this encounter.
‘ Why did he get agitated over this indulging messenger?
Who had to collect some contracts …nothing else.
Or is there something more ? ‘
Waking up three hours later ,still on the couch with a stiff neck,
same thought strikes him again.